Theatre times: ‘Running with dinosaurs’

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I read the blurb of the play with trepidation. Set in an inner city Dublin flat, this drama was the story of a working class young man who gets caught up in the gangland culture of his deprived home area. Ominously the flyer and programme stated that this was about a community whose story rarely gets told. The play was ‘Running with dinosaurs’ by Nadine Flynn, staged by Gladeye Productions and it was held in the New Theatre in Temple Bar. Continue reading Theatre times: ‘Running with dinosaurs’

Come see the play. I’m not joking now. I mean it.

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By this point next Wednesday we will be three shows into the run, and we’ll have a better idea if the play is the hit of the season or the flop of the millennium. The former hopefully – enough work has gone into this at this point to ensure that at the very least we will give it a very good go. I am starting to panic at random moments for no apparent reason. Continue reading Come see the play. I’m not joking now. I mean it.

A night in the key of 8

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Ireland’s politicians have an awkward and infuriating habit of not doing their job. When it comes to socially divisive issues they have found the perfect solution – a Citizen’s Assembly which convenes to discuss topics and advise the government how it needs to act on certain issues. The subject of gay marriage for example. This really was quite simple  – the government should have introduced legislation to introduce marriage equality. Simple.  That might have proved unpopular in the land of the twitching curtains however. So successive governments made the unproven claim that gay marriage was not permissible under the Irish Constitution as it stood. A referendum would be needed to introduce this. Instead of calling a referendum they created a Citizen’s Assembly (made up of Irish citizens appointed by politicians) to advise them to do what everyone knew was going to happen – hold a referendum.  Continue reading A night in the key of 8

Melodramatic times: ‘The killing of Sister George

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On Thursday evening I had no appointments visible in my imaginary diary (imaginary in the sense that my personal calendar is in my head – I will probably get a text later, telling me how I have disappointed someone for not showing up for something I had agreed to). An evening of televisual entertainment stretched out before me. Continue reading Melodramatic times: ‘The killing of Sister George

‘I am a good team player, but work well on my own.’

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The journey to work went by in a haze. I was an hour earlier than usual. This was by choice. The alarm had been set an hour in advance before I hit the hay last night. There was method in my madness. I am not hovering on the edge of a breakdown – which is one of the only reasons I can contemplate that would inspire me to peel myself from my pit even one minute earlier than would be absolutely necessary. Continue reading ‘I am a good team player, but work well on my own.’

A heavenly choir during rehearsal

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Rehearsals for the play are continuing apace. It still seems like the performance is way out into the future. But that’s only because I am residing in my mental safe space. Every now and then – and with increasing frequency – I jolt into reality and realise that in less than a fortnight, we will be treading the boards with the lovely play – ‘An unexpected party’. Continue reading A heavenly choir during rehearsal

Promo the play, boy

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Even though I claim to be an actor, and despite the fact that – pre-performance nerves aside – I am not hugely terrified about speaking in front of an audience, I still feel socially awkward when asked to speak to individual people when this is outside my daily routine or comfort zone. With the launch date of the play looming I knew the poster day was approaching. As this play is the fruit of my loins, it is rather more personal to me than getting cast in someone else’s play. Not that I take any role for granted but when a piece is self-written it removes one layer to hide behind. I cannot blame the terrible script if the performance is dreadful. Appearing in your own play ups the responsibility level. Therefore I had to swallow my nerves and volunteer for a role that I have studiously avoided for most of my life – promotional work. Continue reading Promo the play, boy

Limerick gets medieval on me

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I had plans for this Easter Saturday. Having arrived home on Good Friday I woke this morning feeling as fresh as a spring daisy. I had plans. I was going to be a tourist in my home town. My initial inclination was to do the river walk from the city centre to the university. But as the sky was in a spitty mood and because I didn’t have an umbrella, I decided that indoors was a safer bet. King John’s Castle on King’s Island – beside the Shannon River – would instead be my first port of call. Continue reading Limerick gets medieval on me

The heavy smoker on the train

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I reached seat 18A. It was an aisle seat. I would be travelling with my back facing the direction in which the train was moving. This was not ideal – while travelling in this manner doesn’t make me nauseous,  neither is it my favoured mode of travel.  I couldn’t complain – it was Good Friday and a return train ticket to Limerick was a steal at a mere 20 euro – that’s the same price as the big green bus. Continue reading The heavy smoker on the train

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Yesterday evening I met a friend on a boat. This is not as glamourous (or as nautical) as it sounds. There is a boat called the ‘Cill Airne’ (Killarney) permanently moored on the North Wall Quay on the river Liffey. It is operated as a public bar, a restaurant and as a private bar. I don’t understand why, but every time I go to it – which is seldom, I feel suave and sophisticated and I get an urge to roar ‘Ahoy matey’. I have some dignity however so this impulse is always suppressed. Continue reading Sheriff Street